Let Me Know Lyrics

If you got some problems

Baby let me know

If they really want drama

They'll let you know

Had to get my shit together

Real professional

Seems like the more time they waste

Then the less they know

But they just lit for the gram

Doin' splits for the gram

Talkin' shit for the gram

Takin' trips for the gram

I make hits for the gram

Let me help you with a plan

Man I fully understand

Man I fully understand

Please don't hit my line I gotta keep my phone on DND

Spanish Trail gates baby nah this ain't no BNB

Buildin' up resentment for some niggas that still envy me

Patiently been waiting for the fall but I never leave

Now who the fuck you talkin' to

20 blicks on a nigga hip when we walkin' through

Might have just exaggerated but y'all be too infatuated

My job is filled with passion baby

You bad as fuck I'm smashin' crazy

I'm pullin' my weight like a tractor baby

I see the way they changin' face they some actors baby

I could tell you wife material that's attractive baby

But I'm still AI with the pullout these some practices babies

They just practice babies

Don't be actin' crazy

It's RTG tell the world I'm on my shit again

Ain't no middle man talk to me what you tryna spend

If you got some problems

Baby let me know

If they really want drama

They'll let you know

Had to get my shit together

Real professional

Seems like the more time they waste

Then the less they know

But they just lit for the gram

Doin' splits for the gram

Talkin' shit for the gram

Takin' trips for the gram

I make hits for the gram

Let me help you with a plan

Man I fully understand

Man I fully understand

(Yeah)

Look

Now here's the shit we startin' with

Had to get my hands registered I can't be startin' shit

If you ain't got no 20 bands on you we can't be arguin

Had to get my dog up outta jail it's like I pardoned him

They like who the fuck started 'em

BNC here forever somebody been guardin' em

Fruits for the labor you would think that I been gardenin

Feel some strange energy I step back like I'm Harden 'em

(Yeah)

And all y'all fuckin' issues really cute to me

Pay up before you make excuses what that shit gon' do for me

I know you boys is really boof that's why you ain't in the booth with me

I think that you just born to lose it's sounding like the truth to me

(Look)

And I'm just bein' gentle

The champagne ain't what got me drunk it's just sentimental

But test me off the Makers like a Mark then I'm sendin' metal

I heard he went broke and lost his car boy you better pedal

No hard feelings